Christmas Greeting to all who read my various attempts at story telling.
Josephine saw Tommy heading towards a seat at the back of the diner, she knew what his order would be, a mug of coffee, four eggs sunny side up and a stack of fries. He had been coming in the diner for two years. But still he had not asked her out. There was shy and there was shy, but she knew what his eyes said. Today she had hung a sprig of mistletoe over his favourite seat, but he failed to look up.
As a sink hole opened up below the Diner she fell into his arms, they kissed and she dreamed of children whilst he dreamed of food.